My coffee tastes best
when blackest the hue is
his gaze feels warm
when dilated the pupil is
monsoon feels blue when
darkest the cloud is
I Like my coffee black
the bitter the better
I like my problems raw
the bitter the better
I love it when things go wrong
a hinge of thrill fills my eyes
the eyes widen
when broken is the ice
I love the messy room
where the footprints of bipolar lies
I love the days when no moon stars fly
I love the half burnt notes covered in dust ink
I love when there is hope at just the brink
I love the way I live with a sprinkle of ash pink in it.
P.S i wrote this a while back and honestly i didn't like it , the poem felt souless to me, now yesterday i read it again while going through my study materials as i wrote this in between one of the pages of my notes and it suddenly felt better than before so decided that maybe i should post it here. so here we are! do tell me what do you think about this one :)
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ishitaaa
hey! this is an amateur content writer trying her best to keep up with her writings, i sometimes write poems and would love to share them.
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